Dad’s Home

My father is home. He is so much better than he was the last time he came home. A few minutes ago he just decided to get up and go for a walk. I couldn’t believe it. He doesn’t need help standing, but we need to be there. He needs a little help keeping steady, and the floor in the living room is kinda slippery so we want to be there in case he loses his footing.

But damn… so much better than the last time.

I’m still in a state of complete and total freak out, but I have personal experience to tell me that my freak out is less than rational. My eyes have seen the glory, if you dig. That pleases me.

Game Night

It’s game night. Bruins and Islanders game #3 from Long Island. The Bruins need to bounce back after the overtime loss and regain the home ice advantage.

I’m at home right now, starting the work day, but tonight I will be at my parents’ house. I was a day late but I was able to watch this week’s The Handmaid’s Tale this morning before work, so I won’t be distracted by that come game time tonight. Of course, I have the attention span of a gnat these days so I will probably find something to watch at the same time I watch the game. So many choices, so many screens.

Tomorrow I’ll sneak in this week’s episode of The Bad Batch before work, then I’ll get through most of the work day, and then my father will come home. I have no idea how things will work once he’s home, but we will continue as we currently are for a while. The goal is to get him back to a point where he doesn’t need us at the house 24/7. Once things level out we’ll have to have some hard conversations about how we avoid letting this happen again.

Until then, work… and then Bruins.

Go Bruins.